awake,. but this is it I swearif I stay up much longer I'm gonna be shit out of luck for groceries "tomorrow" but I guess if I had to I could get a citycarshare car (reduced rates in the middle of the night!) and drive to a 24-hour place. there are no 24-hour grocery stores nearby. just the laundromat. right now I'm in no shape to leave the house: little furry things are scampering away just beyond my peripheral vision. soon I will be asleep but I'm waiting for some pills to melt in my mouth before I go upstairs to lie with it gaping open and snoring like a buzzsaw.
we have new downstairs neighbors and one of them plays guitar and sings, loudly, every morning. I used to do that. maybe I should start again. we could duel. joy division for me, dylan for him. that is the pre-sellout dylan: it's acoustic guitar he's playing.
I can't think of a damned thing to say. I keep closing my eyes and playing out little vingnets that make no sense at all. micro-dreams of twilight consciousness. I forget them as soon as I open my eyes.
whoops. that one lasted half an hour. I think I can go to bed now.
